Plenty Of Paper lyrics

Something's growing under that wing
I think a face is dawning
Oh no, the bugs are growing faces
And you're lost quite classically with your nose in a book
And it seems so fitting

And perhaps this is the end we've sought after for so long
And perhaps now it's done

'Cause we found all entire dreams of men and machines
And turned them all around
Our identical hands composing our commands

I cut the moon in half and stuck a piece to my hair
And made the back of my head glow
Golden yellow and then I took ten stars on sticks
And placed them in my small meadow

But again I gave the other half of the moon to you, oh
So you would unforget me while I'm gone

'Cause we found all entire dreams of men and machines
And turned them all around
To enjoy them and benefit ourselves
Our paperback books, our charming looks
Our identical hands, composing our commands

And oh my love we could live on the sun
And wouldn't we be attractive
Riding in our shiny motorcars
With eyeglasses full of stars
And plenty of paper for scenery paintings

'Cause we found all entire dreams of men and machines
And turned them all around
To enjoy them and benefit ourselves
Our paperback books, our charming looks
Our identical hands, composing our commands